JASON POV:
Practice was a drag. I couldn't focus knowing I had somewhere else I'd rather be—Ella's place. So, the second Coach blew the whistle, I grabbed my stuff and ditched Dylan and Max. They were heading to the lockers to shower and do whatever it is they do to waste time, but I wasn't about to stick around. I told them I'd shower at home, and that's exactly what I did.
Shower, change, grab the book with the notes I painstakingly took today—check. Now, I just needed to make a pit stop or two to ensure I didn't get the door slammed in my face the second Ella saw me and got the notes.
First up: food. I knew Ella. If I showed up empty-handed, she'd take the book, say thanks, and send me packing. But if I brought dinner? Specifically, KFC chicken wings and fries? Well, that was a different story.
